half of them were like variations of the same “nice site. thnx webmaster!” and i’m all like “aww! thank you, bots!”

hahaha

- p.s. we’re not dead or nothing. srsly.

- p.m.s. gah! lame! stoopid auto-smiley! grr!

Hi, everyone. We’re back/still here.  ^_^;

I suppose it is inevitable that my writing touch upon her. And it was with great effort that I avoided mentioning her up until this point. But what do I have to say about my ward? I would like to think that my lack of acknowledgment of her has spoken volumes already.

Does the blame rest with her or that damned woman? Chicken or the egg, there. One hypothesis I have conceived in my hours of solitude, holed up in my study with nothing but a quill, an inkwell and a ream of paper, is that they are possibly the same entity. The physical likeness is there, certainly. The girl disavows any knowledge of Amalthaea, though.

Regardless, I keep our lessons brief and to the point. As I am for all rights bound to this imprisonment for the time being, I have upheld a personal policy of work-to-rule. As she (both of us, rather) struggled through I admit that I have felt something close to pride in her progress. This of course is offset by her abysmal, embarrassing, unmitigatable failures. I do confess as well that despite her being my single pupil and ward that I possess only a rudimentary understanding of the girl.

I must keep my view fixed on the straight on narrow. Escape is my priority. And freedom from this cursed half-life. This unlife.

I’ll keep you all posted on what sections have been  expanded! Mostly I plan on putting more information for the races and countries and maybe more about magic.

Please stay tuned!

(^_^)

My God, the sun!

On these rare days that I can finally see it clearly through the clouds, it makes me wish I were a more eloquent man… So that I could properly express the surge of emotion I feel when I see it. How warm it is. How with the caress of its light it can make this drear country look so much less desolate and almost like home.

most of them were for ring tones and it got me thinking…

i think i still want that “twisted nerve” tone. you know, the one from kill bill vol. 1 with  daryl hannah whistling when she’s in the nurse get-up?

yeah.

:3

anyway, i’m reading through my comics this morning and see a couple of april fool’s gags. am i the only one who went to the secret crocodile adventure club expecting that puppy to be thinking of a dick?

c’mon. i can’t be.

:3

hugs and kisses,

- tabby. :3

Is there anything more manly than the death poems of the east?

Actually, strike that last comment. I feel doubt when I reread it.

A touch and a smile from a pretty woman once in a while would make it all the better.